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Dec 2020
Whenever I find meaning I lose words
For all the subtle ways
Beauty dresses this dreadful world
I improvise away
In hopes others don't get lost
Seeking for too long
What they like to do the most
And where their thoughts belong

We're all gonna make sense one day
Just in time
As we finish thinking through yesterday
We'll just tell it in rhyme
Alea jacta est
Written by
Cognitive Conflict  29/M/France
(29/M/France)   
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